The Nightingale Book Cover Novels & Stories

’ Sure enough, towards the lower half of the shelf, my name stood out in vibrant lettering. Without thinking, I reached out and snatched the book from the shelf. I reminded myself to be quiet as I gawked at the cover of my own book. The entire thing was scarlet in color. It was this vibrant, flaming shade amongst a shelf full of dark colored books. The thread that spelled out my name was a shimmering gold. The phoenix tattoo that now sat across my back seemed to tingle, as though these two things were connected in a way.

But hope, like magic, has a price, and I am increasingly aware of that price. The book itself is a work of macabre art. The cover, made of dark leather that almost appears black, pulses with a life of its own, as if it were breathing. The leather is stained with deep shades of red, almost as though it has been soaked in blood over the centuries, giving it a sinister and throbbing appearance. Along the edges of the cover, aged silver chains are interwoven in complex patterns, depicting ancient runes and seals of protection, symbols only an enchantress could decipher. The title of the book is carved into the leather in rustic letters, subtly glinting with ruby, as though the words had been wri

“If you want to help, I suggest you look for a book with a blue covering and-” “Black inscription on the spine?” I finished up for her, “Correct.” She said, after some seconds, her head whipped back, “How did you know that?” “Because I’m staring at it.” Ithra turned towards my direction, and a shocked breath escaped her at the sight before us. A sleeping wild boar. You would never imagine what it used as its pillow. The ancient witch’s book.

I ask for the second time. MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: Why does it matter to you, do you also want to kill me like you killed that old man? (She whispers into my ears and I tremble) I'm still lying in the darkness and I can feel her breath all over me. I feel like she's encircling my bed and whispering into my ear whenever she gets close to it. I can feel the continuous motion around me. I'm still, and I can't move my body.

Even Logan decided to make them a drink because he couldn't stand the drowsiness that assaulted him. “Thanks for the drink!” Alice looked at Logan who only the man nodded. They refocused on reading the books until "I got them!" Xander exclaimed when he finished reading the thick book with a blood-red cover. After Xander had finished the 2 thick books, his attention had been turned to the book with a blood-red cover with black and white wing crests in front of it. He had noticed that Alice and Logan had been ignoring the book all along. Even at first, the book was in the earliest order, but no one wanted to read it. He also wanted to ignore the book and wanted to have a book with a green cove

Its cover bore a sigil she recognized from his ring a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s head. She nodded obediently, but curiosity clawed at her like an itch under the skin. When he left the room, she stared at the red book until the shadows grew long. Then, unable to resist, she touched the cover. The leather pulsed beneath her fingers alive. The latch came undone with a soft click. Inside, the pages were filled with hand-drawn diagrams of moons, human anatomy, and wolves mid-shift bones cracking, bodies half-transformed. Beneath one sketch was a name scrawled in ink:

“Huh. For some reason I thought it was torn down. And no…it’s been closed for years.” “Thanks.” I lock Lucas’s Range Rover and put the key fob back in my purse. The feather is in there, and I run my finger over it before pulling it out. Keeping it down at my side, I’m soothed by the feel of it in my hand. “So, the glamour is gone.” Naomi crosses her arms. “Maybe it was broken when you killed that thing.” Nicole puts on her sunglasses and goes to the crosswalk. “But do you feel that?” She holds out her hands.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

The edges of her vision began to fray, dissolving into a thick, unstoppable black mist as the sheer exhaustion of the night finally caught up to her. As her head rolled back against the leather headrest and darkness completely swallowed her consciousness, the last thing she heard was the frantic, deeply worried vibration of his voice echoing through the quiet cabin. "Just hold on, Seven... please, just hold on!"

"Well, it's... It's hard to explain, the book explains it all." "Is it interesting?" She asked looking at the book cover, it was of a young teenager holding a lamp in what looked to be a dark cave, a bat was hanging of his hands and an old witch was behind him. "It looks interesting," She muttered. "It is," He assured. She nodded her head with a small smile and placed her iPods in back, resting her head back against the car seats, she closed her eyes.